Twilight22: He walked around every corridoor atleast twice now. Fustrated and feverish he was determind to find her, but three days without food, a broken wand, and counless buirsing one would be lost to fatality itself and its grim greetless face. He remembered the mear momments yet days before he basked in the glow of a wonderous young women he swore he shall foreveron and forevermore devoute himself to. He knew better to fall in love when Voldermort was wickedly about his buissnness, but those soft pool bule eyes and reddish long flowing locks weakened him. He was dazed with deprression leaning on the stone cold walls to support his staggering figure hearing a honey like tone sreaching in a narrow hall alerted all his sences at once. He dashed towards it, but suddenly felt a a sillowette surround him swallowing him whole.